so the fish said...
  home links archives about contact

« Questions | Main | Writ by Hand »

In the Details

I enjoy:

Covering my sleeping children with warm blankets pulled all the way up to their chins.

Sneaking into their rooms late at night to impart one last forehead kiss.

Kissing boo-boos and making them suddenly all better purely through the power of Mommy.

Scrubbing the remains of dinner off of faces and hands and out of neck folds and even, when necessary, from between toes.

Making baby food - the whirring blender, the careful addition of just enough of the cooking water, scooping it into ice cube trays.

Making toddler food, carefully cut into un-chokable bits. (Less so watching it flung against the walls.)

Pressing my cheek to my child's temple to see if they have a fever. (Much more so when the answer is "no.")

Using that nose sucker thing and pulling out a big sticky stream of snot, which makes my child scream like I am ripping out fingernails but then, for at least a few minutes, feel better.

Sleeping with either child curled next to me. (Less so getting kicked in the head.)

Sleeping with both children curled next to me. (Less so getting kicked in the head and the kidneys.)

Brushing Mia's hair.

Mia brushing my hair.

Rocking a baby/toddler/preschooler when necessary to sleep.

Taking a load of kid clothes warm from the dryer and folding them into neat, sorted stacks. (Less so putting the laundry away.)

Trimming fingernails.

Having to run to keep up.

Singing lullabies.

Newborn sized diapers.

Debating details of astrophysics with a four-year-old.

Debating details of no you may not have more juice with a toddler.


And you?

Comments (11)

I enjoy:

The smell of "baby drool" first thing in the morning, no matter the age of the child.

Cuddling the kids in their feeted jammies, they are like human teddie bears.

Boy child holding my hand as he falls asleep.

Playing with them, where they are the parents and I am the baby.

Seeing the joy in there eyes when I bring home even the smallest of surprises.

Their concern when I hurt so bad, I need help putting on my socks. (At the ripe ole age of 36).

The deep talks we have (not so much when they shut down).

That they love me more than daddy (I know how wrong it is to say) but I still enjoy knowing that.

When they kiss balloons and send them to Zane, their cousin that died 23 months ago tomorrow at age 11 yrs. 11 months.

You sharing this with us.

also the small newborn nappies and vests and babygros... i forget each time how SMALL they are!

the way Petal's hair flips up at the ends

that todler STOMP

dimples

dimples on elbows and knees!

wobbly bottoms!

bathtime - somehow that always saves the day. warm clean contented children, mmmm

reading picture book after picture book

spontonaous hugs and kisses - both giving and recieving

watching them sleep peacefully - especially after that day from hell... Looking at them then I can just forgive them anything

I enjoy:

Snuggling with my toddler before bedtime, her head on my shoulder.

Actually singing with (WITH!) her, instead of just singing to her. Although singing to her was nice, too.

Her adoration for her "big sister," the cat. My goodness -- the squealing, the excited giggles. The cat is a bona fide rock star.

When she points to herself and says "Big Girl!"

When she blows big, wholehearted kisses -- "MWAH!"

When she has confidential chats with her stuffed animals.

When she leans into me when we're reading stories, ready for a nap.

And on those napless days, like today, when her dad comes home and takes over, so I can pour some wine and remember how sweet she really is.


The power of mommy is pretty darn epic :)

When my sweetie boy says "Hold it hand, mama".

Holding his sweet, sometimes sticky, chubby little hand.

His curls

When I sneeze, he says "Bess ooh mama!" and when he wants me to pick him up he asks me "Pick ooh up, mama?"

The immature kid in me thinks it's hysterical when he says he wants a "tit". (Tent)

My sunshine girl's smile first thing in the morning and her wiggly little happy hello when I go in to pick her up.

Her multiple chins and pinchable cheeks

Snuggling her up all warm and cozy in the blanket that was made for me 30 something years ago or in the Project Linus crocheted afghan from when she stayed in the NICU.

Reading books to both of my babies, warm and sleepy in my lap before bed.

When my sweetie boy says "Hold it hand, mama".

Holding his sweet, sometimes sticky, chubby little hand.

His curls

When I sneeze, he says "Bess ooh mama!" and when he wants me to pick him up he asks me "Pick ooh up, mama?"

The immature kid in me thinks it's hysterical when he says he wants a "tit". (Tent)

My sunshine girl's smile first thing in the morning and her wiggly little happy hello when I go in to pick her up.

Her multiple chins and pinchable cheeks

Snuggling her up all warm and cozy in the blanket that was made for me 30 something years ago or in the Project Linus crocheted afghan from when she stayed in the NICU.

Reading books to both of my babies, warm and sleepy in my lap before bed.

When my sweetie boy says "Hold it hand, mama".

Holding his sweet, sometimes sticky, chubby little hand.

His curls

When I sneeze, he says "Bess ooh mama!" and when he wants me to pick him up he asks me "Pick ooh up, mama?"

The immature kid in me thinks it's hysterical when he says he wants a "tit". (Tent)

My sunshine girl's smile first thing in the morning and her wiggly little happy hello when I go in to pick her up.

Her multiple chins and pinchable cheeks

Snuggling her up all warm and cozy in the blanket that was made for me 30 something years ago or in the Project Linus crocheted afghan from when she stayed in the NICU.

Reading books to both of my babies, warm and sleepy in my lap before bed.

Sorry this posted twice!!! I hate when that happens! Loved this post, btw. Loved it, loved it, loved it!

- Folding little baby pants into perfect little piles, ready for her drawers

- Hot coffee, first thing in the morning

- A little smile and "Heh" when my baby touches her forehead to mine. I like to think she's saying, "I love you, too, Mama." In fact, I'm pretty sure she is.

- That last moment, right before I put her in her crib at night, her little head on my shoulder, her body oh-so-heavy as it drifts right into sleep.

ALL of the above (including all comments. But, ok, less so the snot thing), plus:

* The folded (short) arms and scowlly face during intense "no you can't" debates (makes it *extremely* difficult to display firmness when you're stiffling giggles)

* The begging pleading eyes & prayer hands my 7 yo gives when she's trying to get something even though it has NEVER worked and she KNOWS it won't work, but she tried anyway. I think she now just knows it makes me laugh!

* When any one of them decides to tuck ME into bed, and then realize the dilemma of "now who's going to tuck ME in?" (I get up and tell them their tuck is still valid, which it totally is)

* Awkward little kids dancing to the radio.

* Toddler/7yo/9yo interpretations of lyrics ("Guess what? I'm still a wock star. I got my wock moves...")

* Little boys singing decidedly "girly band" songs (e.g."don't you wish you girlfwend was FUN wike me?")

I have to stop now. But thanks for making me think of the fun stuff!

~ My 5 y/o deep meaningful conversations that he wants to have when he's trying to have a BM on the potty.

~ My 2 y/o son's odd ability to sound like Fran Drescher from The Nanny...OMG the nasal talker!

~ That both my boys prefer me over ANYONE else in the world.

~ Pulling out a huge crunchy booger from the 2 y/o nose...the 5 y/o is too good of a blocker. :)

~ Watching my 5 y/o accomplish something & seeing his eyes beam when he sees that I saw him do it!

~ Watching my 5 y/o graciously accept a gift w/ a big smile that I know he already has or doesn't have any interest in.

~ The sound of my 2 y/o voice when I come into his room in the morning. "Time to get up??????!!!!!!"

I could go on & on!

Post a Comment


Remember personal info?

So the Fish Said...

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your ear.

- Walt Whitman

Meet the Fish

I want to get a pet duck and keep it in the bathtub.
I am addicted to chap stick and altoids.
I am freakishly flexible.


World's Most Beautiful Child

IMG_1542M.jpg


World's Most Handsome Child

IMG_1571O.jpg


Other Important Things

Clive Owen

Clive Owen
Pretend Celebrity Boyfriend


RSS Syndicate this site (XML)

Design by Emily

© Copyright 2004 SoTheFishSaid.com.
All Rights Reserved.